Chapter 357: Never cheap
Esmerelda strode back through the stands, moving in a manner far spryer than any woman her age should have been capable of. She didn’t even slow as people called out to her, recalling the food she was selling and trying to buy some on her way back.
Her thoughts were no longer on gold. They were on the idiot boy that was somehow going to get himself killed in a tournament.
Esmerelda wasn’t even sure why she cared. She’d seen more people die than she could count. She was responsible for a fair number of those deaths. Dying was what mortals did. There was practically nothing else they did better.
It’s irrelevant. They’re weak. Nothing about either Penny or her son is worthy of my attention. Penny doesn’t have so much of a lick of power within her body. Even if I had an item that I could sell her to change how things worked, she wouldn’t be able to use it.
…and even if she could, I couldn’t sell it to her. Not anymore. I just told her that Arnold would be fine.
A roar rose up from the crowd. It seemed that another round of the melee battles had finished. A flicker of surprise passed through Esmerelda. The latest one had only just started. That was even faster than normal.
She glanced over her shoulder.
Standing in the center of the Arena were three heavily armored figures. Their equipment was made from glossy obsidian inlaid with beautiful silver trimmings. The quality was at the level that Esmerelda had only seen from immensely powerful artifacts or some of Arwin’s more recent works.
Esmerelda couldn’t make a single thing out about any of their appearances beneath the armor. They may as well have been golems.